- I can’t cry when I run. I started running when it became certain Amor was moving back to Mexico. I’d go on these long walks and end up sobbing the whole way. But, when I tried jogging once I realized I couldn’t cry while doing it. And so, a runner was born.
- It’s all about me. Running is a solo sport. It’s about me, my feet, my body, my breath. It’s a way to push myself or relax myself, depending on the day or my mood. Even when I’m running a race, I’m running for me, with me, about me. I compete with myself and no one else in the race.
- It’s my down time. I have a stressful job. I have a stressful family (sorry family if you’re reading this, but you must admit it’s sometimes true). I have a stressful love life. When I’m running, it’s my time to forget those stressors and just run away.
- It makes me feel good. I like to sweat. Running makes me sweat. It also makes me smile.
- I can be myself. I don’t have to pretend to be someone else when I’m running. I don’t have to be professional. I don’t have to make other people feel good. I don’t have to be a role model. I don’t have to look nice. It’s not that I don’t like doing those things. But, honestly, sometimes I just want to throw on my workout clothes and be me. And sweat. And be stinky. And not care. I can just … be.
- I can push myself. Running allows me to push myself to new limits. Every new day is a new opportunity to run. And every run is an opportunity to push myself harder than the last time. I like that. I like to be challenged. And I like knowing that it’s within my power to challenge myself.
- It’s great exercise. Of course, you can burn some mad calories running. Mad! Add in a few intervals and hills, and you’re a calorie-burning machine.
- I feel powerful. When I run, I feel like I’m strong. And powerful. And on top of my game. Even when I’m slow. Because, you know what? I’m out there. And I’m running. (Usually when most people are still sleeping.) And I can say “I’m a runner.”
And my favorite reason to run?
- Because I can. I never thought I’d choose to run, much less enjoy love it. And every time I’m out there, I know that I made a choice to be there. And it makes me feel great about myself. Because I didn’t give up. I didn’t give in. I put on my shoes and I locked the door behind me. And I ran. In my wildest dreams, I never thought I’d be that woman who runs a 5k on a random Saturday morning for the fun of it. And me? Contemplating a half marathon? Inconceivable. But here I am. And there I’ll be.